[HP] Don't talk to me

"She's awake, Principal!" I heard a voice shaking in my ears. "Principal, let me help you."

"No, I'll do it myself. You go out first, I want to be alone with her."

I struggled to open my eyes and saw a milky white ceiling.Someone is stroking my hair, who is it?

"Tata..." It was a gentle call.

Here it comes again, "Tata..." Another soft voice, accompanied by the footsteps of someone walking towards the door, and the crisp sound of closing the door.

"Tata..." It was a strange call, as if calling my name was an interesting thing, and it kept calling.

I turned my head and there was only an empty wall to my left.Turning my head again, I saw a pale man with black hair and black eyes sitting on my right. His cheeks were as thin as a knife carving, and there was a circle of black stubble around his chin.

It took me a few seconds to wake up from the daze.I probably slept too long again, and my mind was numb.

I grinned at him. "Severus..."

He originally frowned and looked at me with sad eyes, but suddenly his eyes were full of light.

"What did you say?"

"Severus..." I opened my mouth to call him, "You are Severus, did I say something wrong?"

"Your voice, you're talking, Tata, you're talking!"

I thought for a while with my head in a daze, and then tried to speak again: "I'm... talking..." The hoarse voice sounded a bit different from my past self, maybe it's because I haven't spoken for a long time, and I'm used to it He stopped talking, and probably forgot how to make a sound.

But, can I speak?

Snape reached out to lift my chin, rubbed it with the hard stubble on his chin, his words were full of joy, he was affirming my thoughts: "Tata, you can talk! You can talk! "

I was itchy and painful from being rubbed by him, and I was busy trying to get rid of the resistance, but he rubbed harder and harder, relying on the thick stubble to attack my side face and neck, like a naughty boy.I panted and dodged, but I also felt much happier in my heart.His panting became heavier, his movements stopped suddenly, his lips kissed the corner of my lips lightly, and he got up.

We were both slightly warm to each other, and there was a few seconds of silence in the room.I saw his eyes flushed and turned towards the door. "I'm going to inform Mendel and let him come and see you right away!"

The last time I suffered from heavy bleeding, I spent two weeks in a coma.It took Mendel and Snape a long time to find the most effective potion to control my situation.It was a blessing in disguise, I didn't expect that after taking this potion, it not only controlled the bleeding, but also relieved the damage to my throat, and even gradually recovered my ability to speak.

Snape was ecstatic, and simply followed the ingredients of this potion to explore, hoping to find a way to finally cure my illness.

There was also a glimmer of hope in my heart.

Kingsley came again, with orders from the Ministry of Magic.Snape stopped him at my door, and the two argued for a long time across the ward door.I half leaned on the head of the bed and listened to the sound, but I couldn't hear it clearly.After Kingsley left, Snape walked into the room with a solemn expression. I asked him how he was, but he changed the subject and said that Kingsley would come again.

I shook my head at Snape, but said softly but clearly, "No, Severus, I don't want to."

"Tata, don't be afraid."

"It's not that I'm afraid, I just don't want to."

Snape stared at me silently for a while, clutching something in his hands. "Let's just give it a try, shall we?"

I am silent.

There was only him and me in the room, and the people at St. Mungo's Hospital had already reached a tacit understanding that they would not disturb our time together except when necessary.Snape has basically recovered and has been discharged from the hospital. He just lives in the ward with me and takes care of me.

In a blink of an eye, January is coming to an end, but I still stay where I am, unable to leave this white prison.It's been up and down, and most of the time I'm pretty normal, other than getting sleepy and tired easily, I can handle everyday life.But if I leave the hospital, I may not be able to save my life in time when there is an emergency, because the sudden onset of the disease may occur in the middle of the night, and even I may not be aware of it.Nosebleeds are just one of the phenomena, and there are other situations, such as sudden convulsions or rapid painful fainting, or even inexplicable cardiac arrest.In other words, I had to be watched day and night in order to survive.

I heard Mendel and Snape discussing the condition, and Snape was very tough and refused to let me out.

The bills piled up, I don't know what terrible level it has reached, I calculate the expenses in my mind every day, Snape resigned as the headmaster of Hogwarts, and I can't return to the school to teach.If we go on like this, there will never be an end.

It’s back to the days when I was in the hospital after narrowly escaping from Voldemort, but it’s only been more than half a year, but it’s like a circle, walking back to the starting point, with more fatigue and injuries.

Why is it always like this?The choices I made always seemed to be wrong.I have been hurting him, using my self-righteousness and smartness, using my ridiculous false self-esteem and true inferiority complex.

The sliver of hope that I had ignited after recovering my voice has been replaced again by a deeper despair.

Snape raised the things in his hand, still patiently persuading me: "Tata, I want to see you use it to walk, this is my Christmas present for you, but unfortunately I didn't find a chance to give it to you at that time. It is very It works, you can throw away the cane from now on, okay?"

My heart is almost cold, I know what it is, it is a prosthetic limb!I can be missing arms and legs, but I can't use prosthetics - I can't stand the self-deception of pretending to be like a normal person, it will remind me that I am no longer who I used to be .

"Tata, let me try it on for you, okay?"

I shook my head and gritted my teeth.

"Tata..." Snape was squatting beside the bed at the moment, looking up at me sitting on the edge of the bed, "Why?"

I smiled wryly.

Snape tried to caress my stumped leg with his hand, and I immediately retreated to the bed, blocking his hand that was still trying to catch up with my hand.I was wearing a hospital gown. In order to prevent the trousers from being unsightly at the end of the residual leg, I knotted the trousers, and only half of my right leg was hidden in the trousers from the knee.

"No, don't." I trembled all over. "Do not touch me!"

I never wanted to show my stumped leg in front of Snape, not even through the fabric.I can't even stand his gaze on my legs, it's so scorching to me.

I am a coward!If Snape wanted me to put my legs out in front of him and put on prosthetics, it would be absolutely impossible!

"Tata, Tata! Listen to me!" Snape leaned over, put the prosthesis on the head of the bed, freed his hands to grab mine. "It's nothing to be afraid of, and it's nothing to be ashamed of! We've been honest with each other, we've had sex, we've cuddled and talked till dawn! You remember those days right? And now you No matter what you look like, I still love you!" His eyes were full of light, and he stared at me intently, making me have to look at him, and at the same time making me even more uncomfortable.

I shook my head and whimpered, "No, it's different, everything is different!"

I desperately hid my broken leg under the quilt, the movements must be ridiculously cramped, but I can't control that much anymore, I need to hide it!

Snape kissed me on the mouth, and I dodged away, turned to the side, and hit my head on the bedside table with a bang.I struggled violently, and the bruise on my forehead was naturally serious. I was dizzy for a moment, and some itchy liquid flowed from the top of my eyebrows into the corners of my eyes.

Snape let go of me, and reached out to wipe my forehead with blood.He immediately hugged me tightly, took out his wand and recited a simple healing spell for me in a soft voice, and patted my back with his hands as comfort.

I think the scorpion stone made me become more and more like a child, fragile and irritable. When things don't go my way, my head will go numb, and I can't even think about turning.I leaned against Snape's shoulder, put my ear against his neck, felt his warm body temperature, and gradually calmed down a bit.

I seemed to hear him murmured and sobbed a few times, and then the room became quiet again.

The author has something to say:

This is the setting of the hostess from Bishuiqiu. I think it's not bad, and it fits well with the depressing atmosphere in the hospital in these recent chapters.